The hidden mystery
That our lives hold
All the secret history
Wondering leaves me cold
Who knows what poeple hide
Her growing up
Or when she became a bride
Was she corput?
The history of ones heart
If you look, its soft
But look again, be smart
Its cold as the winter frost
Look in her eyes
Beauty and love
But the scars on her thighs
she's not tough
Her heart cold like the frost
But her thighs scared in love
Why is this? was she lost?
Maybe given hope by a dove
This is the history
Hidden in her
Showing her sanity